Chapter 3
Monday, June 2, 1986
He wakes with that same hard erection pressed into her belly and he knows it's because his bladder is ready to burst. He looks at his watch waking Michelle. "Looks like one thirty, I wonder if that BBQ is still open?"
"Good morning to you." She sits up on him fitting her bottom over his erection and pulls the curtain aside. "Looks like there are still lights over there and quite a few cars. Wanna go for some grub?" She vigorously works her bottom on him feeling him deep inside her.
"Are you having fun? I know I got to go for a piss so I figure you're the same unless you got up and sneaked out by the drivers."
"Oh, that's not very romantic." She slides off him and grabs some clothes. "Let's go then." She laughs as she finds her arm and leg holes in her clothes.
Mike dresses quickly beside her. They climb down and Mike exclaims, "Go ahead, I'm going to have a leak here by the tire."
Michelle whispers, "Me too, I can't wait to find a toilet."
Since they are on the dark side of the truck and near the graveled edge of the lot Mike does his job while Michelle tries to squat. She hisses, "Mike, help me! Hold my hand so I don't slip in the gravel. I don't want to sit down in that."
Mike chuckles and offers his hand. He mutters, "My God, you sure did have to go. That must be a gallon!" He looks over her head and says, "Doesn't it look like a gallon to you guys, too?"
Michelle scrabbles to quickly get up and look all around. She swats Mike's arm and cries, "There's no one here, you bugger. That's a dirty trick!"
Mike laughs, "Did you bring the thermoses?"
"I put them by the far door so all you have to is open it and there they are." She skips away, "Didn't think I thought of them, did you?" she teases as Mike goes around the tractor and pulls them down. They head across the road to the Flying Pig Pit BBQ.
It's busy for a Sunday night but Mike hears them chatting about a game so they must have all been somewhere to a football game and are on their way home. He asks Michelle, "Do you want to get something to go and we can eat on the road?"
She shrugs, "Whatever you want. It's packed in here." she calls. "I'm going to the powder room to clean up a bit. See you when I get back." Mike nods. He makes his way around to the till. "Can I get these thermoses filled with coffee and food to go?"
"I can take care of your thermoses but you'll need a waitress to order from the kitchen. Just wait over there and I'll send a waitress around to see you." Mike sits down at the end of the counter at a small table. He watches for Michelle.
A cute butterball of brown haired wonder about 5 foot two and Mike's age with showy DD frontage appears at his elbow. "You wanted take-out?"
Mike raises his eyebrows, "Well hello there, I'm Mike. Maybe I'll have something here if you're waiting on me." He beams her a wide smile and adds noting her tag, "Vanda."
"Sorry, I have to wait tables. Do you want anything?"
"We want food to go but we may have something light before we hit the road."
"Are you going far?"
"Canada eventually but Chicago first. My partner's in the can. She'll be right out and I'll order then." He sees her coming. "Here she comes now. Just give us a minute."
She sits across from him, "Were you hitting on that waitress? She's built like Bessie! Do you prefer them heavy?"
"Just some friendly banter, Chelle. You know how I am. Can't pass up some teasing or flirting. Are you hungry? Would you like a bite now and we'll get some to go as well?"
"I guess. We can eat while they get our take-out order together. I'll take a Chicken breast sandwich now and root beer."
"You know that sounds good and I'll have a pulled pork sandwich. So it's root beer, Vanda and sandwiches now. I want some sliced brisket and some beef ribs to go with a container of coleslaw on the side."
So they eat in the crowd then take their food to go and return to the truck. Mike gets the truck ready to go and Michelle asks him to snuggle with her over their root beer in the sleeper.
A touch, a smile, ... a lingering kiss brings them to a nexus from which there is but one sojourn, an adventure into each other's literal bodies. Her tongue invades his mouth and his does the same with hers, they lick, kiss and suck each other all over culminating in a conjoining of bodies and spirits in the night. It's a frantic explosion of activity as they strive to drive each other higher and higher. When she feels the flood of liquid fire in her center and he feels her reckless abandon as she soars they collapse together.
He whispers, "We have to move on."
It's three AM as they pull onto State Hwy 277 and head into Wichita Falls then north on I44. By six they are within sight of Oklahoma City and another three puts them into Tulsa. When they reach Joplin, Missouri it's around eleven AM and Mike pulls in to a rest area for a stretch break. He jumps down to walk about the truck and trailer. He meets Michelle on the far side and grins, "Had to relieve yourself, did you?"
"Yep, I'll be right back." She waves over her shoulder as she heads inside. Mike chuckles and follows her.
When they exit the building he says, "Well it looks like we will make Cuba by about three and that means it's time to stop. That's twelve hours and that's lots for one day. We'll look for a good place to eat, relax and settle down for the night and pull out before noon so we can put in at your sister's around six pm."
"You'll spend the night with us?"
"Yep, and no hurry on Wednesday morning since my wife doesn't expect me home until Thursday. I'll pull in home Wednesday night and delight her."
"We can eat right at the Midwest Petroleum mall at Dottie's. Can we go down to the antique mall?"
"Hmmm, we'll see." He helps her up into the truck and goes around to his side.
She watches him get settled in his air ride seat then asks, "So are you working for this guy full time now?"
"No, just one run for now. I'll have to wait and see how busy he is." Mike pulls out onto the highway again and heads for the freeway.
